December 25, a minute or two later
The upsetting (though admittedly not much different from usual) conversation I just had with Father
Milli (me): Father! You're home!
Father (ever traitorous): Yep. What's for dinner?
Milli: Bread and jam. What did the king say?
Father: Tell you as we eat. Anything else here?
(May I just interrupt here, and say that Father and I have gotten extremely distant?)
Milli: No, that's all I got.
Father: What do you mean? Surely there was more there!
Milli: I didn't have enough to buy more. We're broke, Father. I could barely afford the jam.
(I actually couldn't. The shopkeeper's daughter snuck a jar out the back for me)
Father: Are you not working? What's wrong with you?
Milli: I am, they raised the prices again!...What did the king say?
(This was an attempt at subject change, a bad, BAD idea)
Father: He wants to see you.
Milli: WHAT? Why?
(I almost spit my bread all over him, but that would have been an even worse idea)
Father: Dunno.
Milli: When?
Father: Next morning.
Milli: I-I'm not very hungry. You can have the rest. Goodnight.
Father: Goodnight, Millicent. Make me proud.
(He always says this. I wish I could order him to do the same.)
That was the end of the conversation. I am up in bed now with only a stub of candle left to see by. I hope for better times.
-Milli Smithe
(The name Goldstraw is no longer honourable here)
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12-25
I have spoken with the council. They may allow me to assist the princess.
R.S.S.
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